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In a scene as if leaked from a crazy cosmic memory, Einstein sits in the heart of hell, not to escape... but to understand. His white hair glows as if the spark of the Big Bang still lives within him, wearing a protective jacket and his chest filled with stories of neutrons, and in his ears... headphones, as if listening to the voice of the final equation. He holds a book, not to read, but as if rewriting the laws of the mind amidst the chaos of instincts. Behind him, a pair of gazelle horns, not for decoration, but to indicate: even genius, when trapped in the forest, needs claws of logic... and to listen carefully.